It was my weekend with the kids, which meant that I could take my oldest back to college, which was about a two hour drive. Still not really used to the divorce, I needed some time with him to make sure he was doing the right things in college, although I knew my ex was very keen of these things, so most likely he was fine.



So, on Saturday I took him bowling, whereas my younger kid, a senior in high school, had a bunch of projects to complete. So, just the two of us, found the bowling alley extremely busy, but at least we got the last lane that was left. As most alleys, the lanes go in pairs, and we shared our table and chairs with what seemed to be a mom and her daughter. Interesting.



I had not been looking at any woman since the divorce, my mind confused still by what had led to our separation. It was a day that I worked from home. The weekend before my wife had bought a skirt. Leather. And I was in awe. She had a matching bra top and she was happily surprised with the wild sex we had that night. I had not been able to get the skirt out of my mind, and when I was alone in the house that day, I had taken the skirt and rubbed it all over me. Then, without thinking, I dropped my pants and pulled the skirt up on me.



I will never forget that feeling. It was real leather, and buttersoft. It stretched slightly over my skin, but no way could I close the zipper. I noticed the waist belt that my wife used while working out, which had a leather look, and I managed to wrap it around me, pulling my belly in. And the zipper closed. Like in trance I took the bra top and wrapped it around my naked chest, and I managed to zip that close as well. It looked like I was wearing a dress and I was in heaven.



The bra cups were padded and I stuffed some very thick winter socks in them, so it looked pretty convincing. I was so hard by now, that I had to masturbate on the toilet. Then I started work in my new "office attire". I was aroused the whole time, but a serious meeting took all my attention and energy for more than an hour. I never heard the garagedoor.



My wife had not been feeling well and she had thrown up. She'd come home to sick it out and stood in the door of the study looking at me, as I finished my meeting. It wasn't until I heard the camera sound of her phone before I looked up.



She was furious! Of course she didn't believe one moment that this was the first time I wore her clothes. As far as she was concerned I was a sissy and I could keep her clothes. That afternoon she contacted a lawyer and a month later I had lost everything. The pictures of me in her "dress" were enough evidence to give her everything she wanted. I only got one weekend per month with my kids, if they wanted, since they were both past eighteen already.



And now, in this bowling alley, the woman on the lane next to us was wearing leather look leggings, and I could only stare.



Of course she noticed. But she took it in a positive way, and soon we were high-fiving if she or her daughter had a strike or a spare. It wasn't until she suggested we play doubles when we learned their names, Belinda and Lucinda.



The daughter had been on the high school bowling team, and having played myself when I was younger, I was the only one who could stay close to her. And my son was slightly better than Belinda, so it was an interesting match, only decided by Lucinda, who hit three strikes on the last frame. My son was quite impressed and wasn't hiding it. I had to smile when he suggested kids against parents. Smooth!



Belinda, now on my side, gave quite a show, walking backwards after each throw, and soon my own pants were strained due to my hard-on, which didn't help my game. At some point she whispered in my ear, "I want your hand on my butt. Right now!"



It was a teasing command, but I wasn't going to let the opportunity to waste. The feeling of her muscled rear through the leather drove me nuts in two ways. I couldn't stop rubbing it, which she appreciated, and at the same time I wondered how those leggings would feel if they were on me. Probably not the best thought to impress a woman.



But it was like she had read my mind. "You know", she said, "I have a pair of leather pants at home. My ex never wanted to wear them. I think it led in the end to our break-up. You seem like you'd love to wear that. Am I right?"



My mouth was quicker than my mind, as I said, "God, yes." And I knew right away that if she was like my own ex, she'd be disgusted by now with me. But, she smiled, and she said, "maybe you can come by tomorrow, after I've taken my girl back to college?"



It only took a few minutes to find out that both our kids went to the same college. Their dorms were even fairly close together. And just like that we decided the four of us would go together, and I would drive. Seeing how our kids had replaced high fives already by full kisses on the mouth, we figured they'd have no problem with that.



So, the kids destroyed us, and we were all okay with that. We decided to all go out for dinner together, and we ended up in a little Irish pub that Belinda knew well, and where the food and beer were simply delicious. She was openly stealing food from my plate, and expected me to do the same. The kids were so deep in conversation, they didn't even notice the naughty things that went on between Belinda and me. Or so we thought. Later that night my son said, "you really liked Lucinda's mom, didn't you dad?"

My answer at that was, "what is there not to like?"



We left at 11, and although I have a decent size SUV, it was packed to the brim with all the stuff both kids were bringing back to school after the break. Belinda and I had a wonderful conversation going on for the whole trip, whereas the kids were playing on their phones, apparently against each other. But sometimes, in the rear view mirror, I saw a hand move over and touch a leg or more.



We dropped off my son with his stuff first, but he came along, to "help with Lucinda's stuff." And he hung around there, as Belinda and I left to go back home. The conversation took a whole different direction now, as it was clear she wanted me to stay for the night, and she was prepping me. She was rubbing my crotch, then her own, and suddenly two of her fingers were in my mouth, and I was licking off the moist that came clearly from her snatch. I loved the taste, and her beautiful long nails drove me nuts.



She had me stop at a rest area, and I parked the car away from all others. Before the engine had died the same fingers had pulled my hard dick already from my pants, and just like that it was in her mouth.



She was good! And she clearly liked it herself, the total opposite of my ex. But boy, could she tease. She'd stop each time, just before I thought I'd cum. She'd look me in the eyes, and made me beg. I had no problem with that.



When I came eventually she swallowed all, and sucked me totally clean. Then it was my turn, as she lifted her skirt, and how wet she was! Having tasted her already I dipped my tongue in deep. My plan to tease her back failed miserably, as her first orgasm came within seconds. I had to work hard to drink her flood. When I saw her large, swollen clit, I sucked on that, with a finger in her pussy, and she came again. I barely managed to keep her clothes dry, as her cum filled up my hand.



I gave her a show, cleaning her cum from my hand, the taste nothing like I ever experienced with my ex, in the very few opportunities she'd given me to eat her out. Belinda and I ended up kissing deeply and I could feel her shudder from her third orgasm. This time her panties were soaked, and she took them off, as we drove on. Her smile was wide when she concluded, "finally someone who knows how to please a woman."



We were quiet for a while, as we drove on. Eventually she said, "There's something I need to tell you, before this thing we're apparently having gets bigger." My mood dropped a bit. Here's where she's gonna tell me my dick is too small, or she only wants big black cock. Or she's seeing someone else. Or…



She continued, "The real reason why my marriage didn't work. You see, for me having sex is just not enough. I need to cum twice at least, or I get very frustrated. I explained that to my ex before we got married, and he acted macho, like that was no problem at all. But soon he forgot about my needs, and after having sex he'd just dropped down to sleep. Rarely did he satisfy me twice. And never three times, like you just did.



I tried a bunch of things, toys, sexy clothing, leather, heels, all fine for my first orgasm, but never more. I tell you, I rather have no sex than this frustrating half-assed only caring about himself. I became more dominant towards him, trying to force more out of him, but his macho got in the way. He left before he knew even that I was pregnant with Lucinda. Don't get me wrong, I'm not looking for marriage or anything. I have been by myself for more than twenty years, raising my daughter all by myself. But if you and I want more, I need to know that you're okay with a dominant woman. I need to know that you can make me cum twice. Every time we have sex."



Well, that was some story. Brutal honesty. She'd probably expect that from me too. But first… "When you say you must cum twice. Can I use my tongue? And my fingers? Like I just did?"

"Of course", she replied.

"You see", I continued, "I love oral sex. My ex never wanted it. And what I just tasted was more delicious than I ever tasted before. I can probably make you cum twice before I throw my dick in the game even. So I don't think that's going to be a problem."



The smile on her face almost blinded me, so I concentrated back on the road. But I needed to know. "When you say you're dominant. What exactly does that mean? Are you gonna whip me? Or choke me? Or tie me up? Or make me some slave? I'm not really into that kind of stuff."



She was still smiling. "Not to worry. I didn't say I was a dominatrix. I may accidentally put some marks on you, when I go wild, like a scratch from my nails, or a touch of my teeth on your nipple. And I may use a scarf perhaps to blindfold you or tie your arms above your head. But really, I like to be on top, in control, be the subject of your affection. When I use one of my toys, I don't want a protest, I want participation. That toy could be a strap-on and me taking your flower, like a girl. That's when my ex ran out on me."



I guess there was never a better time to be honest as well, and I told her about me wearing the skirt and the bra top. But instead of disgust, she was licking her lips, and clearly got hot again, the way she rubbed her crotch. "You'd be perfect for me", she whispered, "you think you could handle me? I can make you a woman…"



It were these softly spoken words that touched that feeling inside me that I had yet to understand. I never touched my ex's skirt again, although it was in my possession. But yesterday, again, drove the thought of wearing Belinda's leather leggings me nuts.



"Is that enough?" I asked, "I mean, after the divorce was finalized, my ex sent the picture of me in the skirt to my boss, and I lost my job. I had to find something, anything, so I took a job as a janitor. Got lucky it wasn't the night shift. I have almost no money, and apart from my clothes, this old car is my only possession. Yet, I have to pay my share in my son's college costs. I'm not really on top of the world, you know. Someone beautiful like you could do much better."



She shook her head. "I don't care about that. Although your ex is a bitch! Thanks to my ex I learned how to take care of myself, and I have a decent job now, that pays well. So I don't care if you're rich or not. As long as you understand my needs, we can give this thing a try!"



And that's what we did. After picking up some food, we ate it at her place and then we relaxed, watching a movie. Somehow my head ended resting in her lap, and her hand ended up in my crotch. Soon, I was naked, and my head now under her skirt, where she was still naked. She pumped me, as I ate her out once again. We both came together.



As I still had my mouth full with her wetness, she handed me a glass with a whitish slimy fluid. "Drink this!", she ordered, and I realized she had caught my own load in the glass. I hesitated. "Drink this, Ronald. Better get used to it, because each time you shoot your load in me, I will want you to clean me out."



So that's what it means, when a woman says she's dominant? I had already decided earlier how nice it could be, not having to be the one to always be in control. But drinking my own cum?



I looked in her eyes. They were patient, not demanding, not upset, not annoyed. And suddenly I understood. If I did this, there was no going back, I would indeed submit to her. If I didn't drink it, the night was probably over, not to be repeated. And I made my decision…



I took the glass, and although my brain told me to drain it in one gulp, my heart suggested to put up a show. In the car she had swallowed all my junk without a thought, so I knew it wouldn't kill me. I slowly sipped from the glass, realizing my cum was mixed with the wine that had still been in the glass, and I swished the gunk around a few times in my mouth, the worst of the taste diluted by the wine. Then I opened my mouth, showing the stuff on my tongue, and I swallowed.



Her eyes went wide in surprise, and I suddenly saw her body vibrate. My show had just made her cum. With a quick move I collected the flood leaking from her pussy in the glass as well, and this time I drained the whole cocktail in one gulp. Her cum, much more potent than the wine, or even my own, was all I could taste.



She was stunned. She clearly had been testing me, and I surpassed all her expectations. Then a smile formed on her face, and no more words were needed. She kissed me hard and her mouth took over mine, tasting what I had tasted, and I simply gave in, accepting I was hers. I was quickly falling in love.



As she took me to her bed, with satin sheets, I was truly the bottom, as she pumped my pole until it proudly stood up. Then she lowered her pussy on top of it, while her tongue was in my throat. She was tight but wet and moved up and down on me. I wasn't allowed to do anything but slowly she took me to greater heights. "Do not cum until I tell you so", she warned me. And that became tougher and tougher. Every thought in my mind was concentrating on not cumming as she drove me further and further. I begged her, I moaned, tears started forming in my eyes, but I managed, only God knows how.



Then she cried, "Now baby!", and I simply let go of any thoughts. My body came, hard, as she screamed herself. I filled up her womb, as she drained me from everything I had in me. I felt like I was going to pass out, but she warned, "Stay with me baby!", and I knew I had to obey. She had warned me she was dominant and I had just accepted that I was hers.



Things became so simple, so easy afterwards. She turned around and as she started cleaning my dick in her mouth, I only concentrated on her, drinking the nectar that was running from her snatch. I knew my own gunk was somewhere in there, but it didn't matter anymore. She was my goddess and anything coming from her body was holy. I fed on her, pulling her body hard in my face, my tongue deep inside her, as I sucked her clean, making her cum once more. Her cumming was now my reward, and before I was done, she shuddered again.



She turned finally around and kissed me softly. "You are mine now", she said, "do you accept?"

And I replied, "I am yours now. Forever!"

And we both knew it to be true. She laid next to me and pulled me into her, and without any further words, we fell asleep.



I had to get up early to go to my work, and I still had to go home first, to get my uniform. But she set me down first, and asked, "Last night you gave yourself to me, forever. Was that just in the moment, or do you stand behind that decision still?"

I had no doubt in my mind, and I told her so.



That's when she grabbed something from a drawer and she showed me what it was. A chastity cage. And a thrill went through me. "Pledge your dick to me, and only me, by locking yourself up and freely giving me the key. It is up to me, and me only, to determine when I free your dick, in order to please me."



It's one thing to pledge eternal submission. But this was a physical commitment with no going back. And I knew it was perfect for me. She had to show me how to fit it. There was a tiny key to turn, although I didn't even see a lock. I turned it and the key came out. As I gave it to her, I said, "My dick is yours. I am yours. Forever!"



Never did I feel so liberated. Yet I pledged my submission. And she accepted me with a deep kiss. Afterwards she handed me a pair of panties. "From now on you will never wear male underwear again", she said. I nodded, feeling excited about it. Then the pain hit me.



She laughed. "You still have lots to learn, baby. No more growing hard, unless I allow it. But don't worry, a woman does not need a dick to get excited, you will learn that soon. I promised you to make you my woman, and so I will."